Into the lock of memories,
I slide my magic key.
I find myself in an alley lined with trees,
Facing a girl naïve & gawky.
Flip-flops, glasses & pigtails!
Why am I drawn to these?
Is it ’cause I miss the Calcutta tales
From the innocent eighties?
It’s then I remember the drill,
My thoughts in verse to pin.
I have a long list to fill.
Smiling, I take out my pen.
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